Sue Shepherd explains why it takes her so long to answer the front door!
If I knew you were comin’ I’d’ve baked a cake, baked a cake, baked a cake… as the old song goes.
Actually, that’s not strictly true. If I had known you were coming, I’d no doubt have drawn the curtains, locked the door and hidden behind the sofa.
Am I the only person who doesn’t like visitors?
Maybe if I had one of those houses, you know the kind – the sort of place where I could throw open the double doors and invite my unexpected caller into a large airy lounge, after first hanging their coat on my object d’art/coat stand. Perhaps if it was chilly, I’d need to light the wood burner and then we’d eat some delicious Cartwright & Butler Demerara Shortbread and sip on a nice cup of Earl Grey. I may even ask them to stay for dinner, stating, “Honestly, it’s no problem, there’s plenty, it’s just a little something I rustled up in the slow cooker, darling.” But life isn’t like that for me (is it for anyone? Really?).
If you knock on my door when I least expect it, your first observation will be that it takes me a long time to appear. This is, probably, because I was in my PJs when I spotted you making your way down the path, and I’m performing a quick change. When I do open the door, you’ll only get to see about an inch of my face because I’ll be trying to drop a huge hint that you can’t come in. But, if you insist, (and you will, won’t you?), I might, eventually, allow you entry. Profuse apologies will ensue. If I say it’s not usually this messy, don’t believe me. It is!
The latest addition to our family is a large black standard poodle. He’s gorgeous, he’s affectionate and I love him. BUT, he will be far more delighted to see you than I am, and he will make his delight evident by smothering you, hugging you and licking you. I apologise now on his behalf, as it’s highly possible he will place muddy paws on your best White Stuff tunic. It’s just that he’s so much more sociable than me. When he says he’s glad you popped by, he really means it.
As a writer, I like my solitude. I work best in the lounge, in my aforementioned pyjamas (or similar – weather dependent), there’s usually tea and there’s definitely, most definitely, no-one else involved, (except my darling poodle, who sleeps through most writing sessions.)
All joking aside, I know I sound completely anti-social, and I really don’t mean to. I guess what I’m trying to say is – if you plan to visit, please call ahead and give me time to tidy up or, better still, to pretend I’m out.
Steph is a harassed mum who’s considering an affair with her children’s sexy headmaster. Penny is trying to deal with a crush on her boss, OCD and a sad secret from her childhood. And Mike is a vicar who is being blackmailed for his secret, although it’s not all that it seems!
Meanwhile, all three are being watched over by their own guardian angels, who try to push them in the right direction and help move their lives along – but not always successfully …
Sue Shepherd is the author of Doesn’t Everyone Have A Secret? Born in Harrow, forty-something years ago, Sue went on to spend several years living in Hertfordshire before selling up and taking a leap of faith across The Solent. She now resides on the picturesque Isle of Wight with her husband, two sons and a standard poodle. Her passions in life are: her family, writing, the seaside and all the beautiful purple things her sons have bought her over the years. Happiest when hunched over her laptop with a cup of tea on the go, Sue loves to create stories with plenty of heart and laughs, but, she makes sure to include a bit of grit and sex too.